This was a “talking” (rather than sung) record heard on the radio around 1970 in the midst of the Vietnam War, the hippie movement and protests. I thought it was called “My Son” but can’t find it under that title. Over some syrupy music, a man gives his teenage son some advice on life. At the very end he says, “But if you ever burn your draft card, from that day forward I have no son.”
Sure. Rather have him come home in a coffin from an illegal and unnecessary war than live and try to end that war and save lives. That has, for reasons I still don’t fully understand, haunted me on and off over the decades.
If no one comes from the future to stop you from doing it then how bad a decision could it really be?